I sort of decided to pick the words I have a good story for at the moment. It will probably still go semi-in-order but I had a good idea for this word.
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"Is this going to take as long as it looks Bones? It's a suicide; the coroner, the CSI and the guy selling roses out of a shopping cart on the corner would agree." Booth groaned observing his partner, who was currently face to bone with yet another incarnation of Skeletor.
Never taking her eyes from the skull in front of her, she didn't react to his complaint except to reprimand him "It will take the time that it takes to do right Booth, you should know that by now. And though it may well be a suicide, I cannot conclude that until all of the evidence is in; which you should also know by now."
"Yea Bones, I do know. However; you see, when you are 'Special Agent in Charge', people; namely Charlie, well Agent Thompson; tend to suck up to you. This week, Charlie gave me his third row seats to the Nats game… And I think you would agree that I can't be in two places at once."
"Is that baseball?" Brennan asked; her eyes big and round with sincerity.
Booth couldn't help but chuckle at his beautiful genius partner. How can she know so much and know so little at the same time? "Yea Bones, its baseball."
"Ok. I'll try to finish up, but I won't skip anything."
"I know Bones, you just do your thing. I'll be here."
Booth couldn't help but notice the quick, but joyful smile that flashed across her face at his last sentence. God she's perfect. If he couldn't be at the game for the opening pitch, at least he could stand here and have an excuse to stare at his Bones for a while. For the first time he really watched how she worked, and he found it incredibly fascinating. She was so thorough, taking almost five minutes to examine each of the larger bones, and only slightly less time on each of the smaller bones. She worked from head to toe, consumed with her task. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be so meticulous and all-consumed with his 'bones' when… No, she's your partner. Stop it. But, she might. Stop. Stop. Stop.
A comfortable silence had descended upon them both, only interrupted by Zach when he periodically came in to take measurements for himself or Angela.
She had reached the hands now, and spread the many bones of the left palm out with her latex glove covered fingertips. She was taking about a minute to look at each of them, until she reached a small bone that looked to Booth like a crescent shape. She spent about five times longer to look at this one hand-bone than all the others. While she looked at this particular bone her expression went from one of searching and investigating to one of pure asthetic appreciation. This happened again on the right hand. Booth smiled a mischievous smile; her demeanor always changed back as she moved to the next bone, and he knew why.
An hour and a half later she was finally done. She looked up from the toe of the skeleton and said:
"I have determined that it was a suicide."
"Great. Now you and the homeless flower guy can have something in common." His facetious grin let her know that he was joking with her; she liked it when he did that. Not many scientists had a good sense of humor, except for Angela and Hodgins; they were jokesters through and through. But Booth, and only Booth, knew how to make her laugh which is what she did at that moment.
Booth stepped up to the examination table, pen in hand and leaned down close to the left hand of the victim. What could he possibly be doing? He pointed at a particular carpal and asked "What's the name of this one Bones?"
She sidled up next to him and looked where he was pointing. Her breath caught for a second. Did he see? Of course not stupid, he's probably just curious. So she told him.
"It's called the Lunate."
"Lunate." He repeated.
"Yes."
"So tell me why this one is your favorite bone."
"What? How do you know that? I've never said anything about it."
"Some things don't need to be said, they are just known." He caught her eyes meaningfully "You can't hide from me Bones, I know you. Now tell me why you like this bone. I want to know."
"I don't really know how to say it"
"Just give it a shot Bones. I won't laugh or anything."
She was touched by the sincerity she heard in his voice, so she decided to try "There isn't really a logical reason Booth, I just think it has a pretty curved shape… I guess I like everything about it; how the smooth curve fits your thumb-tip perfectly; how it looks like a crescent moon at just the right angle; and it looks so much more elegant and beautiful than the bones around it."
Booth just barely fought the phrase 'Just like you babe.' back into his thoughts and out of his throat. Instead he held out his hand, palm up, and asked "So where on your hand is this elegant bone?"
She looked at his offered hand, back into his chocolate eyes, and then back to his hand. She reached out and placed her index finger to a spot at the base of his palm. "Right here."
He lifted he other hand with his and pressed an index finger to the same spot on her hand. He smiled down at her. "Right there. The most beautiful bone in the whole world."
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